"Well met, Shelke," Ashelia responded. She gave Shelke a thorough once-over. The girl seemed disturbed. Aren't you? Plodding around, accosting that young boy at the food stands because he has a moogle. She was getting carried away. But how could she not? This abduction was unsettling, to say the least. And at worst could cause an inter-dimensional war. Okay, Ashe, let's rein it in yhere.

"I've sent my moogle off to arrange a meeting with the rulers of the city. I hope to have some questions answered - or, at the very least, some suspicions confirmed." She looked in the direction of the castle. "Until such a time as I'm able to speak with them, you would do well to tread lightly. And listen to your moogle."